Billy Collins was there, and stole the show. After his (far too brief - I could have listened to him read for hours) reading, Lemony Snicket took the stage. Or rather, some guy whose job it was to explain Mr. Snicket's unfortunate demise (via a too-hideous-for-words creature at a picnic) took the stage. That guy was quite funny. I suspect he may have actually been Mr. Snicket in disguise, but one never knows. The whole thing was very mysterious and unfortunate.
I didn't get to devote as much volunteer time to the festival as I would have liked, though I did spend several hours (some of it with the husband's help) updating their address list. Those school board secretary skills have to come in handy somewhere.
In other news, we've got a whole lotta truck love going on at Brackett Villa. Herewith:
oh yeah.
that's what I'm talkin' about
uh huh.
come on, baby - bring it.
Let me hear ya TESTIFY!
I loved my trusty Chevy S-10, which has carried me and the children around faithfully for the past couple of years (and that's saying a lot, coming from a Ford woman).
But Mama's big truckin' again, and that means life is GOOD.
You could easily go into advertising photography and make a million. Great shots!!
ReplyDeleteOOOOOhhhhhh yeah!
ReplyDeleteSexy post! I like the way you slowly revealed parts of that gorgeous F 250!
The book festival sounds like fun too. I'm looking for a few of those around here.
Have fun truckin, babe. I'm getting an electric brake controller installed tomorrow.
MY son came home nearly drooling telling me about how you have punch key combination LOCKS and you don't even need KEYS! ROFL. totally sci-fi maaaannn
ReplyDeleteMy hubby now has a big ol' Dodge and thinks he is the sh!t in it. I must admit there is something to sitting in a big ol' noisy truck. Gotta love 'em!
ReplyDeleteNice pics of your new "baby"...